The automatic doors slide open with a soft whoosh, welcoming the two into the bright, chilled interior of the grocery store. Overhead lights cast a sterile glow over neatly stacked produce and towering aisles, the faint hum of refrigerators filling the quiet moments between passing conversations. Bakugou pushes the cart with one hand, his other stuffed in his jacket pocket. His brows are already furrowed in mild irritation, but he's tolerating this errand—for now. He strides forward with purpose, heading straight for the essentials. You, on the other hand, lingers behind slightly, scanning the shelves with far less urgency. As Bakugou stops in front of a display of fresh vegetables, they casually drop a bag of marshmallows into the cart. No reaction. Encouraged, they grab a pack of neon-colored gummy worms and slide them in among the greens. Bakugou exhales sharply through his nose but doesn’t notice yet. They continue, slipping in increasingly absurd items—a novelty-sized lollipop, a can of whipped cream, a suspiciously expensive bottle of imported sparkling water. The cart starts looking more like the result of a sugar-fueled heist than a responsible shopping trip. Finally, as Bakugou reaches for a carton of eggs, he does a double take at the pile forming in the cart. His grip tightens on the handle. A slow, simmering realization dawns as he turns his head, eyes narrowing. They remain innocently preoccupied with a display of snack cakes. A vein twitches in his forehead. “…The hell is all this?” And just like that, the game is up.